Anark's presence beca so deeply embedded within the fabric of reality that he was indistinguishable from the flow of ti or the expanse of space itself. Even Masters of the Flow-beings capable of perceiving distortions in existence-would have been unable to detect him. It was the perfect concealnt, and exactly what he needed to ensure his infiltration remained unnoticed.
When he entered the capital of the Judgnt Day Kingdom, he did not act imdiately. Caution defined every step he took. Instead of advancing recklessly, he remained at the outskirts, carefully observing.
Before him lay a prosperous domain.
Tens of thousands of Curse Eaters lived within its boundaries, their presence forming a dense yet orderly network of life and power. Anark did not rely glance at them-he studied them. He observed how they moved, how they interacted, how they trained, and how they lived.
Because one could learn a great deal about a ruler... by studying their people.
The longer he watched, the clearer a single word beca in his mind. Discipline.
It was everywhere.
The inhabitants of the kingdom lived structured lives, forming bonds and interacting with one another, yet beneath all of that lay a relentless focus on self-improvent. Training was not an occasional activity-it was a way of life.
This was what set them apart.
While other organizations within the Tenth Empyrean World maintained balance between growth and leisure, the warriors of the
Judgnt Day Kingdom existed in a state of constant refinent. They allowed themselves monts of rest, brief respites to recover their minds, but they never strayed far from their purpose.
Their commitnt bordered on absolute.
Anark could not help but feel a sense of awe.
The forces of the Nine Empyrean Suns Alliance were also highly dedicated, but their intensity surged during tis of war. Maintaining that level of focus in daily life was nearly impossible.
And yet...
Here, it was the norm.
"They are preparing for sothing," Anark concluded, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The realization brought tension to his mind.
There was so good news, however. Just as he had suspected, there were no Alpha Oga Overgods present within the kingdom. Their absence strongly suggested that they had been deployed to the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe.
That, however, was a double-edged sword.
It ant that the threat faced by ylin and the others was far greater than he had hoped. If those powerhouses were allowed to recover their full strength, the situation would escalate from dire... to apocalyptic.
"I must succeed," Anark thought firmly. "No matter what."
With that resolve, he began moving through the city, still hidden within the layers of reality. Over the course of several days, he gathered information, carefully piecing together fragnts of knowledge about the ruler of this world.
Eventually, he learned sothing crucial.
The King of the Tenth Empyrean World was not in the capital.
Instead, he resided in a unique location elsewhere on the continent- a place where no one else was permitted to go.
"Earth?"
The na felt strange to Anark, unfamiliar and oddly simple compared to the grand titles used elsewhere in the Empyrean Worlds. Still, he did not dwell on it for long. If anything, he considered it
fortunate.
Facing the King alone would be the best possible scenario.
Once he confird the location, Anark set out imdiately. It did not
take long for him to find it.
And when he did...
He understood why it stood apart.
The region was entirely different from the rest of the continent.
Gone were the vast natural landscapes and cosmic grandeur. In their place stood skyscrapers that rose for hundreds of ters, vast streets that stretched in precise lines, and dense clusters of buildings
arranged with deliberate order.
It was a world of infrastructure.
A world where environnt had been replaced by construction.
Anark frowned slightly as he observed it.
"What a strange design," he thought. "A place like this should not endure the passage of ti. To sacrifice the environnt for temporary convenience is like a thirsty man drinking poison-it may quench his thirst for a mont, but it will destroy him in the end."
Another quality that surprised Anark was the simplicity of the place. A skyscraper that rose for hundreds of ters might sound imprive for a mortal, but for entities like Anark, it was no different than a pebble.
The True Primordial did not understand why the King of the Tenth Empyrean World would build a place like that, but he did not linger
on it for long.
It was not his concern. The only thing that mattered was finding that person and ending his life.
As he moved forward and crossed into the periter of this place called Earth, sothing changed.
Imdiately, the True Primordial felt it.
An overwhelming force pressed down on him.
His eyes widened as an imnse power engulfed his being, tearing
him out of his concealed state between dinsions and forcing him
back into reality. And that was far from all.
Gravity was so intense that Anark's body, capable of resisting the pressure of a black hole, was dragged downward, pulled toward the ground with a shocking force. It took all his effort not to crash into
the ground.
For a brief instant, his instincts flared.
"Was I discovered? Am I under attack?"
Energy surged within him, ready to erupt at a mont's notice.
But then-
He stopped.
There was no enemy.
No presence targeting him.
No attack.
It took only a mont for his sharp mind to grasp the truth.
"I am not being attacked... this is the nature of this place itself." The True Primordial's eyes narrowed as understanding settled in. "The laws that govern this region are on an entirely different level. Even with my power, I cannot remain hidden between layers of reality
here... I can barely even defy gravity."
Although the realization ant he had not been discovered, it did little to ease his shock.
Anark was a Fourth Realm life form, an existence capable of bending and distorting the laws of the Nine Empyrean Suns Universe with ease. Even in the Tenth Empyrean World, he retained a significant
degree of control.
And yet...
In this place...
He felt constrained. Not weakened, but restricted.
It was as if he had stepped onto a new playing field-one where the rules themselves required far greater power to influence or defy. "Earth..." he murmured internally. "What exactly is this place?"
A faint frown appeared on his face, but he quickly let out a quiet
breath. There was no ti to dwell on questions whose answer he would not be able to uncover anyti soon.
The battlefield had changed, but the mission remained the sa.
Luckily for the True Primordia, his perception remained strong, as did
his ability to commune with the universe. As long as he remained cautious, he could still find the target without being discovered.
Logically, the center of this region would be the most important
location.
And if the King resided here...
That was where he would be. Suppressing every trace of his presence, masking even the faintest
fluctuation of energy, Anark began to move forward once more.
His eyes locked onto the tallest structure in the distance.
And without hesitation...
He advanced toward it.
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